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You've all heard of 'The curious case of Benjamin Button'...well this is the curious case of Katie's button - the story of an actual event which occured in my household this last week.
Earlier last week, whilst I was at work, my husband who was at home started to do some laundry. He picked up one of my work uniform shirts and realised the button was hanging by one thread and came loose in his hand. So, he took the button and placed it on the coffee table and proceeded to continue with the laundry, that is where it all went horribly wrong...
Tuesday evening I'm ironing my shirt, ready for the next morning and I exclaim 'Oh! My shirt is missing a button', to which my husband replies 'Oh yeah- it fell off yesterday when I did the washing- I PUT IT ON THE COFFEE TABLE'.
I go to the coffee table, and try as I may, I simply cannot find the button. Now, this shouldn't have been hard since there was only one book, a jar of vitamins and a phone bill on the coffee table; not exactly a huge pile of junk to sift through. Yet still, after shifting everything I can't find the button. So, hubby (whom we shall refer to as 'G' from this point on) comes over to look, and just as I did, moves everything on the table only to come to the same conclusion as I did.. THE BUTTON ISN'T THERE!
The following conversation took place:
G: 'I swear I put it RIGHT THERE' *points at table*
K: 'I believe you, but it's not there now
G: 'It can't have just gone missing- what did you do with it?'
K: 'I didn't do anything with it; I didn't even know it was here until you told me that's where you put it'
G: 'I don't understand'...*starts looking all around*...
The next 10 minutes consisted of both of us crawling around on the floor looking for this wretched button! We soon gave up and my shirt remained buttonless.
Fast forward to the following Sunday afternoon. The location is a busy shopping centre, where I'm waiting at the counter of a store to make my purchase. When I pull my wallet out of my handbag, whats should fall out with it but my button?!?
I couldn't believe it, and was rather excited; so much so I had to quickly explain the the sales assistant the purpose of my rather exuberant response to a button falling out of my bag. She laughed with me, and gave me a snap lock bag, into which she placed my button. I thanked her, and put the bag INTO my handbag, made my purchase and left the store. I quickly caught up with 'G' elsewhere in the shopping centre and proceeded to excitedly inform him of my miraculous find, and finished my story with the following comment 'So, now it can't go anywhere. I just have to find some needle and thread and stitch it back onto my shirt'...
Fast forward to the following Wednesday evening (this evening in fact), I had just arrived home late after a long work meeting. After exchanging diatribes with one another about our day, the following conversation took place:
K: 'Oh, I wonder if I have a clean uniform for tomorrow? I don't want to have to do laundry now, I just wanna have a shower and go to bed grrr'.
G: 'Yeah, you do. It's in the bedroom'
K: 'Are you sure? I put the last one in the wardrobe on this morning'
G: Yeah, but we washed on Monday, today's Wednesday. You have three shirts, so there should be one clean. It just needs the button stitched on. If you bring it to me, I'll do it for you.
Well this all sounds like a wonderful plan to me. I get a lovely hot shower while G stitches my button back on. Perfect! I go to the bedroom, grab the shirt and the needle and thread I'd borrowed from next door the previous evening. I swing by the table to my handbag to retrieve the snaplock bag with the button and lo and behold.. NO SUCH BAG CAN BE FOUND.
I come marching into the living room and say to 'G' 'There's something weird going on with that button. The lady at store put it into a snap-lock bag which I put into my handbag, and NOW it's not there'.
G: *hysterical laughter*
K: 'It's not funny. It's ridiculous'
G: *more laughter*
K: 'Whatever. I'm going to have my shower'.
Well this evenings shower was enjoyable, but when I returned I entered the living room to find 'G' sitting on the sofa STITCHING THE BUTTON onto my shirt. I gasp in excitement and respond with 'Where on earth did you find that?'
G: 'In your handbag'
K: 'I just looked there - it wasn't there. I swear'
G: 'Well that's where I found it
K: 'Which handbag?'
G: 'The purple one, why?'
K:' The PURPLE ONE? When I found it on Sunday I had my red one and I put it in there. How the heck did it end up in the in the purple one when I put it in my red one? This is sooo weird. I'm telling you, there's something odd going on with this wretched button'.
G: *shrugs shoulders*..well it was definitely in the purple one.
So, as I'm writing this now, still yet to comprehend the mystery of this button debarcle, my sweet hubby is stitching my mystery button onto my shirt for work tomorrow. I wonder how long it was stay there...?
And that my friends, is the curious case of Katie's button. Presently the mystery is still unsolved...
Earlier last week, whilst I was at work, my husband who was at home started to do some laundry. He picked up one of my work uniform shirts and realised the button was hanging by one thread and came loose in his hand. So, he took the button and placed it on the coffee table and proceeded to continue with the laundry, that is where it all went horribly wrong...
Tuesday evening I'm ironing my shirt, ready for the next morning and I exclaim 'Oh! My shirt is missing a button', to which my husband replies 'Oh yeah- it fell off yesterday when I did the washing- I PUT IT ON THE COFFEE TABLE'.
I go to the coffee table, and try as I may, I simply cannot find the button. Now, this shouldn't have been hard since there was only one book, a jar of vitamins and a phone bill on the coffee table; not exactly a huge pile of junk to sift through. Yet still, after shifting everything I can't find the button. So, hubby (whom we shall refer to as 'G' from this point on) comes over to look, and just as I did, moves everything on the table only to come to the same conclusion as I did.. THE BUTTON ISN'T THERE!
The following conversation took place:
G: 'I swear I put it RIGHT THERE' *points at table*
K: 'I believe you, but it's not there now
G: 'It can't have just gone missing- what did you do with it?'
K: 'I didn't do anything with it; I didn't even know it was here until you told me that's where you put it'
G: 'I don't understand'...*starts looking all around*...
The next 10 minutes consisted of both of us crawling around on the floor looking for this wretched button! We soon gave up and my shirt remained buttonless.
Fast forward to the following Sunday afternoon. The location is a busy shopping centre, where I'm waiting at the counter of a store to make my purchase. When I pull my wallet out of my handbag, whats should fall out with it but my button?!?
I couldn't believe it, and was rather excited; so much so I had to quickly explain the the sales assistant the purpose of my rather exuberant response to a button falling out of my bag. She laughed with me, and gave me a snap lock bag, into which she placed my button. I thanked her, and put the bag INTO my handbag, made my purchase and left the store. I quickly caught up with 'G' elsewhere in the shopping centre and proceeded to excitedly inform him of my miraculous find, and finished my story with the following comment 'So, now it can't go anywhere. I just have to find some needle and thread and stitch it back onto my shirt'...
Fast forward to the following Wednesday evening (this evening in fact), I had just arrived home late after a long work meeting. After exchanging diatribes with one another about our day, the following conversation took place:
K: 'Oh, I wonder if I have a clean uniform for tomorrow? I don't want to have to do laundry now, I just wanna have a shower and go to bed grrr'.
G: 'Yeah, you do. It's in the bedroom'
K: 'Are you sure? I put the last one in the wardrobe on this morning'
G: Yeah, but we washed on Monday, today's Wednesday. You have three shirts, so there should be one clean. It just needs the button stitched on. If you bring it to me, I'll do it for you.
Well this all sounds like a wonderful plan to me. I get a lovely hot shower while G stitches my button back on. Perfect! I go to the bedroom, grab the shirt and the needle and thread I'd borrowed from next door the previous evening. I swing by the table to my handbag to retrieve the snaplock bag with the button and lo and behold.. NO SUCH BAG CAN BE FOUND.
I come marching into the living room and say to 'G' 'There's something weird going on with that button. The lady at store put it into a snap-lock bag which I put into my handbag, and NOW it's not there'.
G: *hysterical laughter*
K: 'It's not funny. It's ridiculous'
G: *more laughter*
K: 'Whatever. I'm going to have my shower'.
Well this evenings shower was enjoyable, but when I returned I entered the living room to find 'G' sitting on the sofa STITCHING THE BUTTON onto my shirt. I gasp in excitement and respond with 'Where on earth did you find that?'
G: 'In your handbag'
K: 'I just looked there - it wasn't there. I swear'
G: 'Well that's where I found it
K: 'Which handbag?'
G: 'The purple one, why?'
K:' The PURPLE ONE? When I found it on Sunday I had my red one and I put it in there. How the heck did it end up in the in the purple one when I put it in my red one? This is sooo weird. I'm telling you, there's something odd going on with this wretched button'.
G: *shrugs shoulders*..well it was definitely in the purple one.
So, as I'm writing this now, still yet to comprehend the mystery of this button debarcle, my sweet hubby is stitching my mystery button onto my shirt for work tomorrow. I wonder how long it was stay there...?
And that my friends, is the curious case of Katie's button. Presently the mystery is still unsolved...
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